Posts in Thoughts

I hear the creaking of the white swings. And the supports – they are red. I turn my head and slightly open my mouth. I know my mouth looks beautiful this way. I straighten my back. And I am excited. I am so excited that suddenly it seems like I might fall. But I pull myself together and walk past the small lights.

We are all deceived by our expectations. In the endless stream of thoughts about how perfectly the world should align with what we expect, we miss the moment of life itself. By asking, "To accept or not to accept—that is the question," we distance ourselves from life by miles.

Happiness is an incredible, infinite gratitude for everything that is happening to you right now. Oh! My universe! I thank you for this bliss! For the bliss of feeling life in every cell of my body! For the joy of having arms and legs with the ability to move them! For the thrill of having a brain and the ability to move it!

I love it when it starts to darken during the day because there's a heavy leaden cloud hanging overhead, filled with thunder. The branches reach northward under the force of the warm wind, and the grass trembles at my feet.

When grandpa took me in his arms, a baby, he held me for a while and said, "Well, this little tank will go anywhere." Grandpa was Leonid Abramych Chernyavsky. As a hardcore Jew, he was unusually smart. So, I trust him.

"Here, you’ll meet many crazy people" – those were almost the first words from the manager who greeted us at half past ten in the evening, when we, exhausted from the long journey, the traffic jams in Miami, and eager to warm up in the local heat, finally arrived at the hotel with the fragrant name Almond Tree. "Welcome! You’ll love Key West!"

I wonder, amid all these storms and destruction, has anyone noticed how amazing San Francisco has become today?

We tiptoe through life carefully, afraid to scare off the butterflies on the flowers that we imagine as crocodiles. Because what if they suddenly turn into predators and snap! at us!

The soul is born for song and lightness. This world is full of Love. And I want to whirl in it, as in a dance. But sometimes—who knows what—little hooks grab me and hold on. And I get stuck in the perplexity of the heart. Am I to blame? Did I do something wrong? Am I scared? Did I consider myself unworthy?

It seems to me that everyone around has his or her own opinion about how the Universe is designed. And I have listened to all their theories - incredibly interesting, of course - and the more I listened to them, the stranger I felt.